| I got to get away man
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| Got to clear my mind… mind…mind
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| Out og this god-forsaken 9−5 waste of my time
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| I’m gonna tell the boss man
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| I’m never coming back… back…back
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| I’m just a one way crazy locomotive jumpin off of my tracks
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| 'cause I’m jacked up, sucked up, cut down
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| Thrown around, discarded like a cigarette butt
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| I’m just a no good excuse for a man
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| Yes you know i got to pick myself up out of this rut
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| But I want to be close to you, I want to be close to you, you
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| I want to be close to you, I want to be close to you
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| I don’t know why we’ve never been told
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| That the life we’re living it is made from gold
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| Work our whole damn lives just to try to make «IT», IT’s sold
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| So boy don’t worry don’t worry don’t worry
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| I got to get away man this moment it won’t last… last…last
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| I got a chained up brumby in my head and it’s kicking my ass
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| I’m roaming like a dog yeah
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| Looking for my bone… bone…bone
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| I got to hijack my body just to make it my own… my own… my own… my own
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| Because im jacked up, sucked up, cut down
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| Thrown around, discarded like a cigarette butt
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| I’m just a no good excuse for a man yes you know
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| I’ve got to pick myself up out of this rut
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| But I want to be close to you, I want to be close to you, you
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| I want to be close to you, I want to be close to you, you
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| I don’t know why we’ve never been told
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| That the life we’re living it is made from gold
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| Work our whole damn lives just to try to make «IT», IT’s sold
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| So boy don’t worry, don’t worry, don’t worry now
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| Don’t worry |